The sister hood of the traveling Häagen-Dazs

It is with time that you learn that it’s the friends that listen to you complain when you call at two in the morning, because your thinking about how much you hate him, the friends that are willing to sit through your “memory box” of old letters, gifts, and pictures and cry with you, and the friends that sit through a conversation you’ve had 10 thousand different times before and not complain that matter.

So there we were in the middle of what seemed to be a tradition now. My closest girlfriends and I together, at my house, after one of them had suffered a recent heartbreak.

That’s what we did when one of us was in need of serious wallowing. We surroundeded ourselves by our remedies of heartbreak. Chips, chocolate, pizza, champagne, lemon and pickles. And of

course assorted pints of Häagen-Dazs, And we talked and talked till there were no more words to say. Or till the pain was overpowered by laughter or serious heartburn. And then we watched a movie. A good classic movie that reminds us that no matter how bad things are at the present time eventually all twist unravel into happy endings.

Pass the Häagen-Dazs….
Are you sure? You’ve ate a whole pint all ready
So!
Since when are you against wallowing in ice cream
Since it’s the last one – and we all laughed…

True friends unlike love always last forever. Life will bring wonderful memories, desperately tragic moments, and countless broken hearts…But at the end of the day life is worth all those ups and downs when you have friends to share them with or a pint of Häagen-Dazs... take your pick.

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